myself

Grandma pressed her weathered fingers against the ancient Tamil Brahmi inscription, tracing each curve like rediscovering an old friend. Her grandson watched, mesmerized, as she whispered Kannadasan's verses into the dusty air—words about identity, belonging, and the eternal self. "This is who we are," she murmured, her eyes unlimited in their depth. The stories etched in stone aroused something primal within him, a connection spanning centuries. He documented the moment, securing their family's heritage on the Stellar blockchain, ensuring these whispered truths would transcend time itself. In preserving the past, he discovered his future, understanding that knowing oneself means honoring where you come from.